The Man from Outer Space - Help with a new Character class?

You could give a Man from Outer Space class AMAZING saving throws against magic and magical devices (maybe 11) but a save has to be made to be affected by beneficial magic (including potions and other non-screwy items), with the idea that his rationalism and skepticism is so strong it disrupts magic.

Or perhaps his "class ability" is a high tech item or three with great effects but quite limited charges.

Well since my Referee made it on here.

Jim, just wanted to say thank you.   

I haven't roleplayed in ages - and LotFP is a casual gamer's dream really.   

Having read a little about LotFP online and OSR and everything else related - sorry if i can't add anything relevant to discussions the intricacies of game design as that stuff is really beyond me in a certain sense but let me say the following:

Not that there's anything wrong with any of the rather intriguing RPGs out there, but its very refreshing to be able to sit down and play a game without mass absorbing about 3 dictionaries worth of information regarding a game world and what has come to pass since its inception.

In a sense, LotFP is a great working man's game.

And now on to the matter at hand - cause i really want to get back in!

Now you see, that's what i thought.  The Specialist although its a sub-in for the Thief seems flexible enough to, pardon the pun, "tinker" around with - except that the resident Thief of the group raised an objection saying there would have to be a difference in the tinkering he could do vs. the tinkering i could do.

To paraphrase: "25th century man can jury rig an IPod, not mess around with a crossbow."

Waaay ahead of you on that one Jim. 

"Alright you damn primitive.  There's a lot of things i can tolerate - being robbed on the road, getting beaten up in the middle of town, hell even being held at sword point for ransom.   

But you are holding the very last Maeda Instant Curry Ration with the short-grain white rice and freeze dried cream puff.   I had to run through three decks of melting steel to carry out the last package of 13.5 units.   

I'm a long way from home kiddo, and frankly my odds of getting back are slim to none.  But, if i've gotta pass on the rest of my days here i'm going to have my last favorite meal.

:The sound of a blaster pistol turning on: "

1 Expended Blaster Pistol - check.

That was purposeful though, i didn't want to go lugging around the equivalent of a magic item at such an early stage of the game.   It just didn't feel right.

Instead, his worldly possessions, aside from the Maeda Instant Curry ration, consists of things like the Complete Dialogues of Plato, a microscope w/glass slides, gas mask, Universal Sensor (Chemical and Radiation), Lighter. etc.     Misc. odds and ends.

Although the Lighter brought about a lot of fun as well:

The Magic-User:  "It is said that the most cunning amongst us could reach across the black void and pull forth an incomprehensible horror who could do one's bidding.."

The Cleric & The Specialist:  "No.  You are still not allowed to use that spell." [Referencing the Summon spell the Magic user recently acquired]

The Magic-User: Gesticulating in the air - "Baaah, how could either one of you understand?  The challenge that one such as I must face?   My teacher risked his own soul to force down from the reaches of space and time a creature that could harness the power of fire.  Fire!  That most destructive force uncontrollable by man-"

The Man from Outer Space: Aping said magic-user's style "BEHOLD!" :turns on his Lighter:
"My Master journeyed to the dreaded Realm of Convenience and did Battle with said Clerk of Ignorance to bring forth this device!"
   

Now that is an intriguing proposition.  Its up to Eddie of course, but i'm not sure if it would preserve that sense of the Weird if such an ingrained skepticism can go about shutting off the more fantastical elements of the world.    Taking yet one more example from the game:

The Cleric: "But don't you think the way you view the world seems a bit cold?"

TMFOS: "Cold?   I'm not the one enforcing rather arbitrary rules sent from some divine presence lingering in a 36th dimension or wherever your deity might reside."

The Cleric: "Ah, but its for our own good.  How else would the natural world, the world which you study and cherish alchemist from the stars, maintain itself without the help of the divine ones?"

TMFOS: "Eh.. don't you think its a little hypocritical?"

The Cleric: "I beg your pardon?"

TMFOS: "Well.   Your prelate told you that the priests of the various gods protect the working of the natural world from monstrosities lurking in the beyond or from..." :stares at the Magic-user: "Well... yes protect from bad things.  But they themselves are outside of the natural order of things right?  Your god and his servants are just as divergent from it as those creepy little buggers squirming on the other end of the dark mirror."

Sometime later...

TMFOS: "You know, perhaps your right.  Its something i struggle with really.  I've devoted my life to figuring out how all this works, but i can never be fully sure if the laws of nature that i utilize are actually true or just approximations - imprints of the mind to make sense of a universe that may not make any sense at all.

Yet here as we sit watching the wolves an those deer in the distance and the quiet of the woods, I sometimes wonder.   Maybe there's not so much a God but a Godhead, a force or Principle that gives structure to things.  Those deers may be consumed by those wolves, or they may get away but there is a kind of balance...or dare I say order to things.  Not so much a guaranteed happiness but at least a kind of fairness..."

the Magic-User: "Psst.  Your philosophy not withstanding, how the heck do you explain that?"

:Cue Fleshy Boulder Like creature with 12 faces, dripping venom and 6 tentacles devouring both the Wolves and the Deer and rolling out the group:

TMFOS: "Oh fuck me..."

I think part of the fun of playing the erm, "Man of Science" is having my expectations being shattered into a pulp. 

You know you and the rest should consider yourselves lucky, it could have been  a slimey fire breathing Dodecahedron.....

now you see, this is what i get for opting to buy Isle of the Unknown instead..

Thanks for the suggestions Ed, i think I do have a copy of Ultra-Tech somewhere in storage - may as well pull it out!